The storm dosen't stop. It takes what it wants. Your meager posseions are destroyed. The shit you held in such high regard is thrown around like toys. And now your on your own without your material objects to hold you upright. Will your frailty be exposed without something to provide your sight? You relied so much on your "things" so that you could thrive. Your possesions were your life support, without them are you alive? Your nothing now, souless and homeless because you coulden't depend on yourself. If it were you and I, and the weak one would die, I'd be the only one left.

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